without youwatching these harbour lightsis not the same.they don't dance and skiplike flameson shimmering skin. andi hear no morethe soundsof our laughterskimming across the watersmingling with the splashof waves on stone piers,the boom of foghorns.now the lightsthey just shuffleas on tired feet,even the moondetest to showits face.

and i could notpoint out to you anymorelike an old salty dog,the coast guard cutterthat's coming homefrom a night watch,the container shipbringing oil and grain to feed our city,those moving lightsare a cruise linerlike a castle on waterbrighter than a thousandchristmas trees.

and so

on somesummer nightslike thesewhen even the breezeseems coldand heartbroken